Yes, the white stuff is back, but only about two inches, and if this blog had audio you would hear Ross next door clearing the footpath with his brand new snow shovel.

The adverse weather this week catapulted Scotland to the forefront of the news – fortunately this was not because of any fatalities incurred during the wind gusts of up to 90 mph (165 mph if, for reasons best known to yourself, you were at the top of Cairn Gorm).  Nor was this because of the wind turbine which caught fire (pretty scary looking).  No, this was because half of the Scottish workforce was at home and the devil finds work for idle hands….some pawky punster noted that the storm was bereft of nomenclature pace the American system, and dubbed it Hurricane Bawbag*.   This witticism spread across the networks faster than the storm itself, aided by Twitter and the sort of people who spend their days commenting on tv websites.  Some wag also set up a page on Wikipedia, which made for surreal reading since it was written in the past tense, as the storm still buffeted our fair land.   The joke is history now, right enough, but it was bloody funny while it lasted.

Back to reality now, flippin’ Scotrail and Transport Scotland, “a quango” (Helen Eadie MSP), have colluded in dark treachery to cancel  the 07:54 Kirkcaldy to Edinburgh train.  This means that my train which leaves the Bay at 07:49 will now be packed solid, and on the days when it’s only three carriages (40% of last week) then there is hee haw chance of me actually boarding.  May have to shift it for the 07:09, jings.

My friend Jill has set up a food blog, for which there is a link, to the right of this.

The birds are clustered round our birdy feeding station,  please remember to take that nylon netting off any fat balls and if you put bread out, soak it first.

*1. Scrotal sac

2. Really irritating person, a right wee nyaff